Little Wei was speechless but couldn’t really say anything.
She had no choice but to follow along.
But before she could take two steps, she sensed something was off.
Right—it was like she couldn’t cross this hurdle.
Was this the legendary "ghost wall"?
But wasn’t that thing supposed to punish people?
Oh crap, did that ghost mistake her for a human?
Little Wei deeply regretted not following them inside earlier. Now it was too late—those terrifying ghosts were coming for her.
Wuwuwu.
Little Wei’s eyes welled up with tears.
"Big sis, I’m so scared," Little Wei whimpered, genuinely terrified.
Si: "..."
She loved making friends.
After raising that radish for so long, it was time for it to be useful.
"You look just like the village gossips right now," Si remarked.
"I’ll take you somewhere fun," she said.
However, everything she had just done was seen clearly by the two people in front of her.
Little Wei: "..."
This "Youyin" was practically handing herself over as cannon fodder.
"That fast?" Fu Yuanzhong was startled.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
"Sure, take me there," Little Wei said with a bright smile.
"Looks like another wasted trip. Meeting you is such a time sink—can’t even get a single reward," Fu Yuanzhong grumbled.
So, pretending not to recognize Youyin’s identity, Little Wei asked in a slightly panicked voice, "Where are you taking me?"
Nice, very nice.
Little Wei snorted at Si but didn’t dwell on it.
She shouldn’t be worried about Little Wei—she should be worried about the ghosts Little Wei encountered.
This was a dangerous topic. Fu Yuanzhong’s hair stood on end, and his eyes involuntarily flicked toward Youyin.
After all, these days, the dumber you were, the more likable you became.
"Get used to it, get used to it."
Having someone loop an arm around his shoulders made Fu Yuanzhong a little uncomfortable.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to find his wife across so many worlds without fail.
With one decisive swing of her staff, she absorbed all the ghost’s power.
Then she patted Fu Yuanzhong’s shoulder.
After all, Little Wei had her staff for protection. Worst case, she could just toss the radish—who was busy playing on its phone—into the ghost’s mouth to satisfy it.
"You can ask me things, but could you let go of me first?" Fu Yuanzhong’s skin was crawling.
Little Wei nearly choked on her anger at Si’s words.
Even Si was getting impatient with Little Wei’s sleazy expression.
Boom—
She still had to deal with the little ghosts, after all.
Wasn’t this just seeing a good buddy in high spirits?
"First time I’ve heard a ghost say it’s scared of ghosts," Si said dryly.
And then pretending to be Youyin to trick her? Please. She could recognize her wife’s soul fragment even if it turned to ashes.
"What kind of mindset is that? I’ll set you up with a girlfriend. Remember that girl you met before?"
This kid had potential.
"Oh," she replied, her enthusiasm waning.
"You looking for a girlfriend?" Little Wei rubbed her hands together.
"This thing of yours is really something," Fu Yuanzhong said, stepping closer to Little Wei with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
It made Fu Yuanzhong break out in a cold sweat.
"Of course," Little Wei preened, practically wagging an invisible tail.
But she wasn’t worried about anything happening.
"Maybe she just thinks you look like an idiot?" Si said to Little Wei.
"Huh?" Little Wei was confused.
Then she turned to Si and complained, "Is this ghost trying to scam me like I’m stupid?"
Thinking this, Little Wei hooked an arm around Fu Yuanzhong’s shoulders and gave his right shoulder a pat.
The moment he spoke, Little Wei knew—this guy had recognized her as the one clinging to Jiang Chu back then.
Little Wei stared at Youyin, her lips twitching.
Little Wei condemned this behavior in the strongest terms.
Ghosts who could cultivate spiritual energy had done great deeds in their past lives. And this staff? Clearly a natural counter to ghosts.
Fu Yuanzhong’s lips twitched, but he didn’t react further.
She was just trying to do her job properly.
Crude but not wrong.
"Uh," Youyin was also startled.
Given Fu Yuanzhong’s personality, the two of them could become great buddies.
What a load of bull!
But she didn’t care about details. As long as this thing wasn’t scary-looking, she had nothing to fear.
Because that guy was way too good at pretending.
Too easy. It felt easier than cracking sunflower seeds. Youyin suddenly realized her earlier worries were just paranoia.
He refused to accept this rom-com male lead trope with a ghostly twist.
Was her life not worth anything?
"Why are you just standing there? Come with me," Youyin said, reaching out.
And this ghost was supposed to be troublesome. Now what? How was she supposed to explain this to the boss?
This was not okay—in a game, this would be report-worthy.
Just because he didn’t read novels didn’t mean he could be bullied.
The "Youyin" flashed another eerie smile. But the moment she turned, Little Wei’s staff came crashing down on her head.
Pretty sharp.
This was about to break his record for fastest mission completion.
"No thanks. My mindset isn’t that broad. I’m not into dating," Fu Yuanzhong rejected Little Wei outright.
What the hell? He was just out here doing a job—why was he running into this creepy nonsense?
"Hey, kid, relax. I just wanna ask you something."
Except for Yuan Qiaoqiao.
Little Wei: ???
I’m done. Just end me.
He didn’t even know if it was male or female.
Damn it.
Did this female ghost not see Youyin, who looked ready to murder someone?
"Fine, fine," Little Wei let go.
That hit packed a real punch.
"You know what you look like right now?"
He didn’t get why, but the murderous aura radiating from Youyin was aimed straight at him.
He even noticed Youyin’s face had turned green beside him.
"Hey," Little Wei put away her staff and forced what she thought was a casual smile.
Hilarious.
And the scariest part? A female ghost was hitting on him.
And just like that, Youyin had considered ditching her earlier. Now Si was outright done pretending and showed no tenderness, acting like some emotionless assassin. How was she supposed to live like this?
Little Wei’s legs were still shaking when she saw Youyin approach.
He couldn’t shake the feeling these two—human and ghost—had some shady secret.
Youyin’s smile was sweet, but there was something undeniably eerie about it.
Little Wei didn’t hold back at all.
Who liked smart people anyway? If you saw things too clearly, the boss would just treat you like a tool.
Too ridiculous.
Then Little Wei spotted the confused man and woman who had just appeared opposite her.
Little Wei wasn’t giving up that easily.
"Oh, you’re setting me up with that one?" Fu Yuanzhong wiped his brow.
Turns out he was overthinking it.
Right, since when did ghosts care about dating?
And judging by Little Wei’s power level, she’d clearly been dead for years.
"That one, huh..."
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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